Microcosms from Microcosms by Graphic Melee

No mans an island but the mind is isolated and divided. Set aside some time so I could study human kind. Every set of eyes provides its own interpretation a perception of the form dependent on your former placements. From losing blood platelets to a tectonic plate shift every event holds gravity nothing goes weightless in shaping how we interact the picture with the frame. So when I create these vivid raps I'm writing scriptures from flames. Fire sermons. Wires burning down towards the dynamite that's force I force into it everytime I write a'ight. The night I got enlightened heightened my response to energy waves from the universe begin to be visibly apparent when I'm staring at the constellations like maps in time unfolding slowly while I grow impatient to catch a destiny I'm changing with the rhythm that I'm chasing.Ten more laps around the sun the world will say this mans amazing…

But until my time comes I'll rhyme from my inner essence. Prolific work ethic if you got questions. I'm taking the last dance and ain't nobody gonna step in. I'm Dan Glover '87 call me Lethal Weapon. Every levels just a different version of another place. Blood vessels mirror rivers while a nebula in space over layed with ya brain waves can takes the same shape. So now I'm picking at your mind while I'm digging in a crate or am I picking up a universe to make a world relate. I'm an artist I manipulate sound to create maybe a molecule of air inhaled in a breath you take or I'm just another ant in a hill that’s about to wash away...

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Portland